I was on campus this week to return regalia, get physical therapy for my knees, and say goodbye.  Transition is the norm, with rental trucks lined up outside dorms and apartments, double-parked cars with non-Massachusetts plates, students wheeling large hospital-laundry hampers filled with clothes, computers, and other belongings down the street, more U-turns and confused drivers than customary.  It does not feel like summer–it was cold and rainy from Tuesday afternoon until yesterday evening.  It doesn’t feel like spring semester, it doesn’t feel like summer session, people are leaving but have not completely left, people are coming but have not all arrived.  It is unsettled.

Or maybe it’s me.